Rain Foolosophy Poem by Tsani Jones

Do you ever watch the
Rain beat patterns,
Indentions to mark history
For the sake of the
Tale of their last descent?

Desperate to realize themselves
Obsessed with the white hope of
What they could become,
Not looking up from whence they came.

I am this way...
Not lost for a moment
To miss the very beat
On which your heart meets mine.

Tell me that you
Hear me when I
Envelop you at night from afar.

Let us slumber
In a fitful dream made
For lovers alike intertwined in
Every breath.

To see you slink in
Heavenly half-shadow
At the moment I wake...
That's not enough.

In this place, warm and
Safe is where you belong.

You are every deep thought
On which I hang my heart
Underneath the cold
River of yesterday.

On to the day of love's stigmata
Where dust of who we'll become is of
No consequence or effect.

Do you see my eyes
Every time you look inside,
Searching for the last
Inscrutable proof,
Going up instead of down,
Never to flow with the rain?